Jackson: I need a wife. I'd much rather keep my string of submissives and the occasional lady I can take out in public, but my job -- no, my very identity as Jackson McKenna, CEO of McKenna Logistics -- is at risk if I don't find some woman to marry. I wish I could find a woman who could do both. She would be intelligent, beautiful, of course, and be filthy enough to drop to her knees and service me in a parking lot before walking into a country club with perfect lipstick and manners. Nobody's that lucky, though. That woman doesn't exist.
Siobhan: I need a husband. I'd much rather focus my attention on Andy, my nephew and the son of my deceased sister. Despite my sister and her husband's wishes, his grandparents want his trust fund and threaten to take him from me. They call me a whore and say I'm not a good guardian because I'm not married. In this small Ohio town, their argument holds weight. But Siobhan Jane O'Malley doesn't roll over for anyone, and they're going to find out I fight dirty. And I'm going to have to get very dirty when Jackson McKenna makes me his wife.
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Bastard's New Baby (Roosters 3)
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Copyright ©2018 Raisa Greywood
Siobhan glared at herself in the mirror. Unless she could find a good dry cleaner, her beautiful suit was a lost cause. She tossed the stockings into the trash and cleaned up her knees as best she could, stopping the bleeding with several bandages from the first-aid kit and wishing her skirt was long enough to cover them. God, she missed the monogrammed polos and black trousers of her old job.
The rain had washed away what little makeup she'd put on, leaving her freckled and blotchy. At least her hair looked decent. The rain had tamed the frizz, and if she could get the interview over with before it dried, she'd be happy with it. She'd managed to wash the mud and road grime off her hands and face, and the little polyester shell she'd worn under the suit had rinsed clean.
Nothing was dry, of course. She was uncomfortably sticky and the air conditioning chilled her damp skin, making her nipples pebble under the thin lace of her bra. If she got the job, she'd have to invest in some sweaters. The building was cold enough to hang meat.
With one last swipe at her skirt, she left the bathroom and made her way back to the receptionist, but she wasn't at her desk. She sat down to wait in a plastic chair by the door, taking the time to go over her notes and straighten up her portfolio. Papers had come loose when she'd dropped her bag in the street, but nothing had gotten wet, thank God.
A photo of Andy slid free and she touched his sweet little face. He grinned widely, exposing his new teeth. He looked just like Susan when he smiled. She took out her tablet and opened the case. It didn't appear damaged, and she set it aside without turning it on.
A door slammed and she stood, readying herself for her meeting. She'd spent the last few days drilling herself on all things McKenna that she could scare up on the library Internet as Andy napped in his car seat at her feet. Unfortunately, the one thing she hadn't been able to find was a picture of Jackson McKenna. Despite being one of the richest men in Ohio, the man seemed to have no social media images anywhere.
The receptionist stormed into the entry, her eyes flashing angrily. Siobhan gathered her portfolio and blinked in surprise when the woman stomped up to her and waved a finger in her face.
"Why are you still here? Your interview has been canceled and won't be rescheduled. You're a mess and we can't have someone like you in this office."
"I beg your pardon?" What the fuck happened to small-town manners? Even in Chicago, she'd never been treated so rudely. And she didn't give a good goddamn how rich McKenna was. There was no excuse for such unprofessionalism.
"You heard me." The woman gave her a nasty grin, and said, "Don't let the door hit your fat ass on the way out."
"Oh, honey, you are out of your weight class." She shoulder-checked the woman, making her stumble backward, and strode toward the closed door bearing a brass plate with the name "Jackson McKenna."
"Stop! You can't go in there!"
"Watch me." The door hadn't been latched, and she pushed it the rest of the way open. She glared at the receptionist over her shoulder as she walked in, stopping only when she slammed into a hard, deliciously warm chest.
"I am so sorry..." Siobhan turned to face Mr. McKenna, and her mouth fell open in shock as she stared into icy blue eyes. A grin twitched his perfect lips as he rasped a hand over his stubbled chin. "Oh, fuck me. I'm out of here."
* * *
Damn, but she was slippery. Jackson caught her arm, but she twisted and pinched him before escaping. When he caught her again, she stabbed the heel of her shoe into his instep and was out the door before he could catch her. As she stalked away, he caught a flash of the red sole of a very expensive shoe.
Ms. O'Malley definitely wasn't homeless, and he felt like an idiot, which of course, made him madder.
"God damn it!" He pushed a hand through his hair and spun to face his former receptionist. "Mandy, you're fired. Pack your shit and get out."
"But you can't, Jack! I've been with you for..." Two fat tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing the carefully applied paint.
"Three interminable weeks, and I've gotten decent work from you for maybe half that." He looked down the street to see if he could catch sight of Ms. O'Malley, but she'd vanished. He growled in disappointment and anger. "Aside from the fact that my name still isn't Jack, you directly countermanded my orders. You were unforgivably vicious to a woman you don't even know, and that is not the professional appearance we at McKenna Logistics want to present."
He felt not an ounce of guilt for throwing her words back in her face.
"But she... Jackson, you can't do this!"
He stalked forward, suddenly furious. His mother was going to throw a fit and he was definitely out a PA. There was no way he was going to get Ms. O'Malley back now. "I was willing to put up with your lack of interest in doing your job. I was even willing to put up with your two-hour lunches and your illegible messages. I am not willing to put up with bullying in my own company."
The front door opened, revealing a uniformed security guard. His CFO, Matt, must have called him in. "Mr. Camden, please assist Ms. Stevens in the removal of her personal belongings. She is no longer employed here." Ignoring Mandy's angry screams and the applause from the cubicle farm, he stormed into his office and slammed the door, locking it for good measure. He wasn't willing to deal with anyone while he had to call his mother.
As he swiped at his phone to bring up her contact, a soft knock sounded, followed by the sound of a key in the lock. Matt was the only one with a spare, aside from Rachel. He set the phone aside and waited for his old friend to come in. In the years since Army boot camp, they'd always had each other's backs.
"If I wanted company, I wouldn't have locked the door," he murmured.
Matt walked in and dropped an unfamiliar tablet in a green case on his desk. "Like a locked door has ever stopped me in the fifteen years we've known each other."
He sprawled in the chair across from Jackson's desk. "I've been elected to thank you for finally firing Mandy. We've had a betting pool going on to see who finally decided prison looked good and shanked her in the bathroom."
"I thought it was just me." He tugged at his tie, loosening its chokehold on his throat. "I should have fired her on her first day. Why didn't anyone say anything?"
"We all thought you were fucking her. She's not my type, but..." He broke off and nudged the tablet across the desk. "The smoking hot blonde dropped this on her way out. She took the lead over Rachel in the betting pool when she smacked Mandy down and stormed the gates of your office."
"Okay. I'll have someone courier it to her." He wanted to deliver it himself, but he'd be lucky if she didn't pith him with one of those deadly shoes.
Matt shook his head. "No dice, man. That's not going to get her back here. I was talking with your mother, and she's some fancy event planner from Chicago who did Haruto Nakamura's daughter's wedding. She speaks Japanese."
"Oh, fuck me." His mother had found him the perfect PA, and he'd fucked it up so badly she was going to kill him.
"Yeah. If you don't get her back, Mama McKenna is going to sink your ass in the river for catfish bait. She isn't going to care if you have to go down on Siobhan in the middle of Marge's on pot-roast night, and frankly, neither do I."
"All right!" He scrubbed at his face and caught a whiff of Siobhan's perfume. It was something vanilla and sweet, like cookies and sex. "I'll take it to her house."
"Take flowers. And maybe a car. I saw her getting out of old man James's pickup this morning as I came in to work." Matt stood and sauntered toward the door, pushing his glasses up his nose. "And for fuck's sake, apologize to the lady!" The door slammed behind him.
Jackson sighed and straightened his tie. He would look at Marge's first. Reggie always hung out there in the morning.
As he straightened his desk, a ping sounded from the tablet. He opened the case and swiped the screen to wake it up. There was an IM notification, but he swiped to minimize it. A reader app was open, holding every bit of his attention. He didn't recognize the author or title of the book Siobhan had been reading, but he did recognize the classic Shibari corset on the cover model. His new PA had a naughty streak, aside from her filthy little mouth.
Leaping from his chair, he strode to his office door and shouted for Matt. Lord knew he wasn't a nice man, and the ideas that flooded his mind as he looked down at Ms. O'Malley's tablet would see him burning in hell. But if his idea worked, he'd get everything he wanted.
When Matt returned, he said, "I want to know everything there is to know about Siobhan O'Malley."